Still not travelling :P Don't own anything and even though I forgot to say that last week I did not own anything periodically.
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Several days later the human seems to have recovered fully and the Mistress has finally finished all of the mundane tasks she has been putting off. Currently the Mistress is rushing around the various rooms of the T.A.R.D.I.S picking up random bits of machinery, most of it partly dismantled and looking a little scorched. Florence trails behind her, carrying the components of the Time Lady's odd shopping list.
"What are you actually doing with this… stuff?" The mad woman stops, spinning around on her heels. If the girl hadn't grown used to the psychotic glee the Mistress seemed to display at all times she might have flinched at the grin stretched over Missy's face. Instead Florence raises an eyebrow warily. The Mistress pouts in disappointment.
"You were much more fun when you were terrified of me- Anyway I am going to make a machine that will help you complete my list quicker. It's getting a little boring watching sleeping humans." The girl sighs, adjusting her hold on the bottom of the tower.
"I'm sorry I'm ruining your fun by being more wary of your presence than terrified by it." The Mistress waves off the apology obliviously with a word on how kind she is, "Does everything on your list have to end in me passing out?" Another object is added to the pile which Missy appraises for a second before smiling.
"I think we are done Miss Wright and don't ask such silly questions! Of course they don't have to end with you passing out- they could start with it. Your species is just naturally weak. By the end of my list you should be able to experience anything without most of the danger attributed to it- isn't that worth passing out two or three times? You are in safe hands, Miss Wright!" Florence ignores the urge to sarcastically applaud the Mistress' speech, making do with a huff and following her back the way they came to the first large enough room for whatever feat of engineering the Mistress has decided to build.
The Time Lady turns, almost lounging inside the door frame with a lazy grin on her face.
"I think I've found the room, Miss Wright." Her voice rises from a teasing whisper to a condescending drawl as she shooes the companion off, "Go on then. Go make us some tea while Mummy fixes things up- just pop the parts down there wouldn't you darling? Go on now." With a exasperated shake of the head, Florence leaves the… things… where indicated, brushes some lingering dirt, dust and ash off of her clothes and leaves to make tea.
Thankfully the T.A.R.D.I.S decides to take her to the room rather quickly. Unfortunately that means through a swimming pool, a zen garden (complete with sand raked into an odd pattern of circles), a freezer (holding questionable meats) and a room full of hats. Finally the companion reaches the kitchen, chilled and with an interesting new fashion statement which the T.A.R.D.I.S seems to find hilarious.
Sitting beside the door is a tea trolley complete with biscuits and tea set. Florence glares at the offending object.
"You better not make me go through the freezer this time. The Mistress would not like cold tea."
Granted, the T.A.R.D.I.S does not guide her through a freezer. Instead she has to pick her way through a forgotten laboratory housing the universe's largest display of test tubes (now broken glass) on a tiled floor while heat is continuously pumped in.
When she finally reaches Missy the tea is not in fact cold from the delay in delivery. The Mistress smiles at her approach, looking as happy as a rather deranged child on Christmas morning, covered in ash and surrounded by the carcasses of machinery that she had had her companion lug to the room. If possible she perks up even more at the sight of tea.
"Oh, you did make tea! Did you heat the whole room instead of just the teapot? You look a little… warm." Florence sits and rests her back against the cool metal of the wall. The Mistress and her T.A.R.D.I.S share a laugh.
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A condescending Mistress is a healthy Mistress. Review if you like
